Starry Night Sky [KiriBaku Fanfic]

Walk this way! *guitar sounds*

The blonde idled by his locker, in which he almost never uses for school, mindlessly flipping through his sketchbook for an idea of some kind even though he wasn't paying attention. His conscious was somewhere else, somewhere in the past, somewhere...dark and hellish and filled with anxiety and exhaustion. Just thinking about that time of his life made him anxious and irritated.

"Hey Bakugou!" Kirishima called out from a crowd of students in front of him. The sweat on his forehead was enough to tell Bakugou that he ran from somewhere.

He mentally thanked Kirishima for pulling him out of his toxic imagination and shoved his journal in his locker to give him his full attention, something he rarely does.

"What?" he muttered only to have his phone shoved in his face. He grumbled, "So I did fucking leave it."

"Yeah..." The redhead took in a breath and bit his lip, averting his gaze to the side. Bakugou knew what that meant; it meant he had something to say.

"Spit it out, dumbass," he implied, slamming his locker and walking away towards the coffee shop in the cafeteria. Kirishima fell in step beside him, fiddling with his jacket zipper.

"W-Well, first I wanna apologize...for last—"

"Don't."

Kirishima blinked at him befuddled. "Don't what?"

"Say sorry. I don't give a fuck. I'm the one that acted like a sensitive bitch and I'd be damned of you shits started walking on eggshells around me. Yeah I like guys, so? It doesn't—" Bakugou stopped himself and clenched his jaw, like he shut himself up before he could spill anymore thoughts. "Forget it, that's all you need to fucking know."

Kirishima frowned, sad by the fact that Katsuki felt the need to keep to himself.

     "You know you can tell me anything, right? It's not like I'm gonna gossip or judge or anything," Eijirou thought aloud, not noticing Katsuki's side glances. Kirishima sprung up from his slouched state, startling the blonde.

     "Oh that reminds me!" He shoved Katsuki, a pout present on his face, "Why didn't you tell me you gave my sister your phone number?! She called your phone last night saying you'd come draw us for free or something."

     "Did I?" Katsuki thought back and growled. "Oh yeah, I must've forgot cause I slammed my head on my steering wheel right after."

"Pfffft—I was suspicious but now I see it was an impulse decision," Kirishima chuckled which made Bakugou smile a little. "But anyway, I talked to my mother this morning and I'm here to convince you to come over to my house this Friday. Ayana likes you a lot."

Bakugou stepped up in line and ordered his coffee, the redhead doing the same.

"You're sister is annoying as hell, shitty hair, more than you and that's a fucking understatement."

"Come on man! Just get it over with! I'll pay you! My mom might not be able to but I can!"

"Oh shut your trap," Katsuki snatched the hot container and hissed, shifting the cup into his other hand that was covered with his jacket sleeve, "I said I'd do it for free so I'll do it for free. End of discussion."

Kirishima froze for a second before catching up to his walking pace. "Wait, really?"

Katsuki groaned in frustration. "Yes dip shit! I never said I wouldn't!" He smacked him upside the head and huffed out a breath. "It's just a pain in the ass."

     Kirishima chuckled, a bright smile on his lips. "You're so manly! But I do feel bad. If you need I can pay for it."

     "Kirishima that's the thing," Katsuki took a sip of his coffee before looking him dead in the eye. "A most professional artists charge $40 an hour, at least, to draw live. It's gonna take me 3 at most. If I were to make you pay the fee it's gonna cost $120. Your broke ass can barely afford fuckin tennis shoes."

     Eijirou's jaw hung open and Bakugou scoffed at him, a small smile on his features.

"Bro! Never frickin mind, holy shit," he chuckles. "Damn, remember me when you're up in you penthouse."

"Oh please, I ain't living in a house with other shits in it."

"Remember me when your up in your mansion then," Eijirou laughed and patted his shoulder.

The two of them ate lunch on a small table in the back of the cafeteria and Katsuki wished that moment could last forever. Sadly it couldn't and they had to go their separate ways.

Bakugou couldn't really focus in class. His mind was filled with thoughts of his friend.

'Kirishima has a cool smile.'

'Kirishima has really pretty eyes.'

'Kirishima is the kindest person I've ever met.'

'Kirishima doesn't judge me.'

'I like the way his voice is able to make my heart race.'

'I like the way he doesn't take my insults to heart.'

'I really really like him.'

"Bakugou?" The blonde snapped out of his thoughts and up to his professor who was looming over him. "Are you okay?"

The boy looked around to see that the room was empty with the exception of him and her. He nodded quickly, packing up his things to leave.

"You look troubled..." she pressed, sitting down on the chair next to him, "Would like to talk about it?"

"No. I was just lost in thought," he quipped quite rudely. The woman chuckled with a smile.

"It must've been a very distracting thought then."

"It is."

"Good to know." She eyed him as he stood up and hoisted the back pack over his shoulder. The professor stopped him, informing him about the homework he assigned. He groaned, acknowledging that he heard her before slumping to his last class.

The class that Kirishima was also in.

When he walked into the room, almost everyone was in their seat. He spotted his friends in the back corner and the redhead waved over beside him, gesturing to sit. Katsuki grumbled, a slight pink blush surfacing, one he tried desperately to keep down.

"Hey man, you're kinda late, did something happen?" Kirishima asked to which Katsuki shook his head to.

"Teacher held me behind to discuss homework," he deadpanned quietly. Eijirou instantaneously knew something was wrong but Bakugou gave no indication of what it was.

Aizawa walked in and class started, smothering any chance for Kirishima to question him. Katsuki often found himself staring at Eijirou, examining his features and the way he tried to focus.

"Is there something on my face?"

Katsuki jumped and quickly shook his head as he turned away with a semi heavy blush. He mentally cursed to himself to focus and managed to catch the last half of the class.

Once the bell rang, Katsuki was up and gone, giving no one no time to question him on why he was the way he was today.

He had to sort out how and why he liked Kirishima, and has to decide to either suppress it or walk with it.

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